wooder

where i come from we say wooder.

and you can get stromboli at the grocery store and our blood runs thick with cheese wiz and it’s not a secret shame.

then i moved to california where everything is a secret shame.

and my lack of a jersey accent and simply being asian made folks think i was born and raised on california avocados and salads, not tastykakes and cheesesteaks. and the longer i live on this coast the looser my body becomes. i am now the slow walker new yorkers complain about. the one in birkenstocks and a dress that i call my “outside pajamas”.

for a couple of years i dropped my R’s and ate grinders and called things wicked but that was just college where you try things on to see what sticks and my friends were massholes but i was still big hair bon jovi new jersey, philadelphia jersey, not new york jersey, summers in wildwood jersey, a wawa shorti with an iced tea for the drive home jersey.